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Carolina Blue

Grandpapa’s hummingbird

From 1963

Been sittin’ in its case since I 

Moved to Los Angeles, but it

 

It sings like the mountains

An Appalachian breeze, sayin’

Go and trade these crowded streets for trees

 

My wings are wide

My will to prove

My dreams are grand

And desire is true

Come take my hand,

Lady Fortune

I love you in that

Carolina Blue

 

Sandals and shorts in

The Raleigh Durham airport

Cafes with moonshine and barbecue

 

I’m runnin’ like a rabbit from these

California taxes

Carolina, can you make my soul renewed?

 

My wings are wide

My will to prove

My dreams are grand

And desire is true

Come take my hand,

Lady Fortune

I love you in that

Carolina Blue

Carolina Blue, Carolina Blue

I love you in that, Carolina Blue

 

But time been slippin’ through the glass

It’ll make you realize

There ain’t no brave in satisfied,

My life will start

The moment I depart

For what, I hope somethin’ new

But I ain’t got a clue

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